Rain.
Last chances are
alive again
Bit
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Drainage
Were there promises of love?
Of children, and houses
“Just come with me”
Did he say it, or plead?
Shall I believe them, she asks
what can I say, but look
a watery smile :
“He’s the One”
And then she’s gone,
Swept away, sunshine
and then
torrents
here they come,
wailing and sobbing
“All wrong, all wrong!”
Those dreams, they gurgle down
the dirty drains where soggy
tossed out fantasies go
washed down by downpours
of Heartbreak and Sadness
(always in season)
The air is heavy.
Hoarse, and grating,
You flinch at my every breath.
But still you bear the wheezing.
Rancid, and yellow.
You’re waiting for the bitter aftertaste
You are the damsel’s saving grace,
While I will remain the one the shoe will never fit.
Pick me up and twirl me
Did you, will you, can you?
Dust settles on the dolls
The tea in their cups went cold
While we waited for you.
Flashes, a tree, a pink kitchen
Lights blinking, and I smile
The golden fruit, but I am
The rotten, brown spot
That sours, day by day.